In Fine, Solum Est Tibi (A Quest in Rome, During The Fall of the Republic)

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Adhoc vote count started by Magoose on Apr 13, 2022 at 9:07 AM, finished with 257 posts and 57 votes.
  • [X] Plan: Roman Swords, Roman Gifts
    -[X] War: Your Father, despite his lack of a male heir, did not decide to put you down into the hallowed halls of womanly virtue as was expected of you. You were not one to stand at the feasts, and be a pretty face for those to ogle and gawk at. Instead, he trained you in the art of war, and War, as it turns out, as it had for him, went well with you. You learned how to shout above men in battle when your voice was nearly gone. You learned to ride a horse and lead men to die for you. It was not something you expected to be any good at, but you became a master at it.
    -[X] Speech: Words are Wind. That was what your father said when you were a child after you lied to him about stealing a sweet treat. That was when you learned the power of words, how they can shape perspective, they can shape everything from opinion to the will of men. You may not ever set foot in the Senate, but nothing matters. Words… Oratory is the most valuable skill that any man, any person can have in Rome. A speech said to the right people, given the right motivation, can shape a nation. Even a nation as rigid as Rome.
    -[X] The Gift of Mars: It is said that those who take to the art of war from a young age were blessed in the womb by Mars himself, as a gift for your Father's loyal duty to Him. You are one such, a prodigy of battle, capable of learning and absorbing new strategies and tactics, and quickly adapting them to match the actions of your foes.
    -[X] The Gift of Venus: You are beautiful, a thing sculpted as if from massy stone. Your skin is as pale and alluring as marble, free from all crack or blemish, like the very flesh of Venus herself. Your nose is as aquiline as the eagle's beak, your lips as wide and fair as his wings, and your eyes as proud and mighty as his own. Men and women alike look upon you with lust and envy, and your striking features have won you the hearts of many throughout the Roman countryside, and will surely do the same in Rome itself.
    [X] Plan Orator Oblitus [Speaker of the Forgotten]
    -[X] War: Your Father, despite his lack of a male heir, did not decide to put you down into the hallowed halls of womanly virtue as was expected of you. You were not one to stand at the feasts, and be a pretty face for those to ogle and gawk at. Instead, he trained you in the art of war, and War, as it turns out, as it had for him, went well with you. You learned how to shout above men in battle when your voice was nearly gone. You learned to ride a horse and lead men to die for you. It was not something you expected to be any good at, but you became a master at it.
    -[X] Law: Roman law is a complicated, tangled morass of bylaws and codas, less a legal system and more an inscrutable maze, the byproduct of three hundred years of plodding bureaucracy. Ever since you could walk, and talk, you found yourself in front of Roman Law books, looking through the loopholes and intricacies that are commonplace. How to find strengths and weaknesses in any argument involving the laws, including the peculiar situation that you find yourself in. The noblii see knowledge of the law as nothing short of essential, and the right case in the eyes of the Common man can make or break a political career.
    -[X] The Gift of Apollo: Words are like a hurricane, they can destroy you, or save you. That is what your father said to you before he died. To speak and to listen is something that you do obsessively. You are nothing short of a rabble-rouser, a loose cannon a fire that will light the great fire that is within Rome and cause it to burn to the ground, where you will be the master of it's ashes. The Senate views you, not only as a threat but as a truly dangerous voice to tradition and Roman Virtue. The Downtrodden, the Plebeians who have been lost and forgotten, even the slaves, who view you as the greatest master one could have. You are the future, some say. And everyone takes notice of the future.
    -[X]The Gift of Zagreus: You Will Fail. You will break down and be defeated. But that is not the end, merely another beginning to start again. In one story your mother told you, Zagreus wanted to meet his mother and had to fight through all of the Underworld to reach the surface, before being dragged back to the underworld. You Will Fail. But that does not mean you will fail forever.
    [X] Plan Words are Wind and we are the Storm
    -[X] Law: Roman law is a complicated, tangled morass of bylaws and codas, less a legal system and more an inscrutable maze, the byproduct of three hundred years of plodding bureaucracy. Ever since you could walk, and talk, you found yourself in front of Roman Law books, looking through the loopholes and intricacies that are commonplace. How to find strengths and weaknesses in any argument involving the laws, including the peculiar situation that you find yourself in. The noblii see knowledge of the law as nothing short of essential, and the right case in the eyes of the Common man can make or break a political career.
    -[X] Speech: Words are Wind. That was what your father said when you were a child after you lied to him about stealing a sweet treat. That was when you learned the power of words, how they can shape perspective, they can shape everything from opinion to the will of men. You may not ever set foot in the Senate, but nothing matters. Words… Oratory is the most valuable skill that any man, any person can have in Rome. A speech said to the right people, given the right motivation, can shape a nation. Even a nation as rigid as Rome.
    -[X] The Gift of Venus: You are beautiful, a thing sculpted as if from massy stone. Your skin is as pale and alluring as marble, free from all crack or blemish, like the very flesh of Venus herself. Your nose is as aquiline as the eagle's beak, your lips as wide and fair as his wings, and your eyes as proud and mighty as his own. Men and women alike look upon you with lust and envy, and your striking features have won you the hearts of many throughout the Roman countryside, and will surely do the same in Rome itself.
    -[X] The Gift of Apollo: Words are like a hurricane, they can destroy you, or save you. That is what your father said to you before he died. To speak and to listen is something that you do obsessively. You are nothing short of a rabble-rouser, a loose cannon a fire that will light the great fire that is within Rome and cause it to burn to the ground, where you will be the master of it's ashes. The Senate views you, not only as a threat but as a truly dangerous voice to tradition and Roman Virtue. The Downtrodden, the Plebeians who have been lost and forgotten, even the slaves, who view you as the greatest master one could have. You are the future, some say. And everyone takes notice of the future.
    [X] The Designated Protagonist
    [X]Plan: Greek Heritage, Roman Heart
    -[X] War: Your Father, despite his lack of a male heir, did not decide to put you down into the hallowed halls of womanly virtue as was expected of you. You were not one to stand at the feasts, and be a pretty face for those to ogle and gawk at. Instead, he trained you in the art of war, and War, as it turns out, as it had for him, went well with you. You learned how to shout above men in battle when your voice was nearly gone. You learned to ride a horse and lead men to die for you. It was not something you expected to be any good at, but you became a master at it.
    -[X] Speech: Words are Wind. That was what your father said when you were a child after you lied to him about stealing a sweet treat. That was when you learned the power of words, how they can shape perspective, they can shape everything from opinion to the will of men. You may not ever set foot in the Senate, but nothing matters. Words… Oratory is the most valuable skill that any man, any person can have in Rome. A speech said to the right people, given the right motivation, can shape a nation. Even a nation as rigid as Rome.
    -[X] The Gift of Mars: It is said that those who take to the art of war from a young age were blessed in the womb by Mars himself, as a gift for your Father's loyal duty to Him. You are one such, a prodigy of battle, capable of learning and absorbing new strategies and tactics, and quickly adapting them to match the actions of your foes.
    -[X]The Gift of Zagreus: You Will Fail. You will break down and be defeated. But that is not the end, merely another beginning to start again. In one story your mother told you, Zagreus wanted to meet his mother and had to fight through all of the Underworld to reach the surface, before being dragged back to the underworld. You Will Fail. But that does not mean you will fail forever.
    [X] Minerva's Disciple
    [X] Aphrodite Areia
    [X] Plan: Roman Matron
    -[X] Speech: Words are Wind. That was what your father said when you were a child after you lied to him about stealing a sweet treat. That was when you learned the power of words, how they can shape perspective, they can shape everything from opinion to the will of men. You may not ever set foot in the Senate, but nothing matters. Words… Oratory is the most valuable skill that any man, any person can have in Rome. A speech said to the right people, given the right motivation, can shape a nation. Even a nation as rigid as Rome.
    -[X] Trade: Your Father's vineyards and wine production were never one to write home about, as many a year the wine barely paid for itself, with all that went into it, and Grain and Barely were seen as far more favorable investment. But on the rare year where he tried his hand at such investments and production, you were the one who led it into the city, and sold it to the wine merchants for profit. The merchant's life is not often sung in the tales, but it is one to which you are most suited, both in terms of practicality and just sheer competence. A coin can buy many things in Rome. It might not be glamorous as War or Law. But Gold Talks in ways that even honor cannot.
    -[X] The Gift of Apollo: Words are like a hurricane, they can destroy you, or save you. That is what your father said to you before he died. To speak and to listen is something that you do obsessively. You are nothing short of a rabble-rouser, a loose cannon a fire that will light the great fire that is within Rome and cause it to burn to the ground, where you will be the master of it's ashes. The Senate views you, not only as a threat but as a truly dangerous voice to tradition and Roman Virtue. The Downtrodden, the Plebeians who have been lost and forgotten, even the slaves, who view you as the greatest master one could have. You are the future, some say. And everyone takes notice of the future.
    -[X] The Gift of Venus: You are beautiful, a thing sculpted as if from massy stone. Your skin is as pale and alluring as marble, free from all crack or blemish, like the very flesh of Venus herself. Your nose is as aquiline as the eagle's beak, your lips as wide and fair as his wings, and your eyes as proud and mighty as his own. Men and women alike look upon you with lust and envy, and your striking features have won you the hearts of many throughout the Roman countryside, and will surely do the same in Rome itself.
    [X] Plan Rome Reborn
    -[X] Law: Roman law is a complicated, tangled morass of bylaws and codas, less a legal system and more an inscrutable maze, the byproduct of three hundred years of plodding bureaucracy. Ever since you could walk, and talk, you found yourself in front of Roman Law books, looking through the loopholes and intricacies that are commonplace. How to find strengths and weaknesses in any argument involving the laws, including the peculiar situation that you find yourself in. The noblii see knowledge of the law as nothing short of essential, and the right case in the eyes of the Common man can make or break a political career.
    -[X]Architecture: You came to Rome a city as a city of Brick, and you will leave it a city of Marble. You have only one desire for your life. To build something, to see it conducted, and see it last a thousand years. That is what it meanest to give life to Rome.
    -[X] The Gift of Apollo: Words are like a hurricane, they can destroy you, or save you. That is what your father said to you before he died. To speak and to listen is something that you do obsessively. You are nothing short of a rabble-rouser, a loose cannon a fire that will light the great fire that is within Rome and cause it to burn to the ground, where you will be the master of it's ashes. The Senate views you, not only as a threat but as a truly dangerous voice to tradition and Roman Virtue. The Downtrodden, the Plebeians who have been lost and forgotten, even the slaves, who view you as the greatest master one could have. You are the future, some say. And everyone takes notice of the future.
    -[X]The Gift Of Hera: If there is one thing your mother gave you, it was her grace, her beauty, and above all else her patience. She reminded you that her homeland's gods were not. Hera was a cruel goddess, whose marriage was loveless and heartbroken. But it seems her curse would not follow you, as it seems in all your relations, you will find happiness. Bonds with the Family you chose to have around you.
    [X] Aphrodite Areia
    -[X] Speech: Words are Wind. That was what your father said when you were a child after you lied to him about stealing a sweet treat. That was when you learned the power of words, how they can shape perspective, they can shape everything from opinion to the will of men. You may not ever set foot in the Senate, but nothing matters. Words… Oratory is the most valuable skill that any man, any person can have in Rome. A speech said to the right people, given the right motivation, can shape a nation. Even a nation as rigid as Rome.
    -[X]Combat: War did not suit you. But in the end, you did prefer one thing that suited you in a way that would make the Gods themselves be thinking of their combative Sisters. With a Bow, a Javelin, a sword, a shield. You may not be a man, nor a gladiator, but what you desire, what you wish to do, is kill. And as much as you hate to admit it to anyone, most especially to yourself, you enjoy it a little.
    -[X] The Gift of Mars: It is said that those who take to the art of war from a young age were blessed in the womb by Mars himself, as a gift for your Father's loyal duty to Him. You are one such, a prodigy of battle, capable of learning and absorbing new strategies and tactics, and quickly adapting them to match the actions of your foes.
    -[X] The Gift of Venus: You are beautiful, a thing sculpted as if from massy stone. Your skin is as pale and alluring as marble, free from all crack or blemish, like the very flesh of Venus herself. Your nose is as aquiline as the eagle's beak, your lips as wide and fair as his wings, and your eyes as proud and mighty as his own. Men and women alike look upon you with lust and envy, and your striking features have won you the hearts of many throughout the Roman countryside, and will surely do the same in Rome itself.
    [X] The Designated Protagonist
    -[X] War: Your Father, despite his lack of a male heir, did not decide to put you down into the hallowed halls of womanly virtue as was expected of you. You were not one to stand at the feasts, and be a pretty face for those to ogle and gawk at. Instead, he trained you in the art of war, and War, as it turns out, as it had for him, went well with you. You learned how to shout above men in battle when your voice was nearly gone. You learned to ride a horse and lead men to die for you. It was not something you expected to be any good at, but you became a master at it.
    -[X] Speech: Words are Wind. That was what your father said when you were a child after you lied to him about stealing a sweet treat. That was when you learned the power of words, how they can shape perspective, they can shape everything from opinion to the will of men. You may not ever set foot in the Senate, but nothing matters. Words… Oratory is the most valuable skill that any man, any person can have in Rome. A speech said to the right people, given the right motivation, can shape a nation. Even a nation as rigid as Rome.
    -[X] The Gift of Fortuna: You are lucky. The Will of the world, fortune itself seems to fall upon you like tumblers in a lock, being opened by a key. Men who have tried to kill you fall in misfortune. Or treachery, turning on themselves before dying to your guards. Snakes that should have bitten you miss, or hit your clothes or sandals, their venomous bites. Games of Chance or merely games to win money. The Bets at the colosseum and the Circus Maximus are merely ways to get money to invest. And even the debts you owe, what little you do owe to your slaves and comrades, are nothing. It is as if a force you cannot control, but you feel as if you are a plaything, a whim to a much higher power.
    -[X]The Gift of Zagreus: You Will Fail. You will break down and be defeated. But that is not the end, merely another beginning to start again. In one story your mother told you, Zagreus wanted to meet his mother and had to fight through all of the Underworld to reach the surface, before being dragged back to the underworld. You Will Fail. But that does not mean you will fail forever.
    [X] To Build A New State
    [X] Hot girl Shit
    [X] Hot girl Shit
    -[X]Combat: War did not suit you. But in the end, you did prefer one thing that suited you in a way that would make the Gods themselves be thinking of their combative Sisters. With a Bow, a Javelin, a sword, a shield. You may not be a man, nor a gladiator, but what you desire, what you wish to do, is kill. And as much as you hate to admit it to anyone, most especially to yourself, you enjoy it a little.
    -[X] Speech: Words are Wind. That was what your father said when you were a child after you lied to him about stealing a sweet treat. That was when you learned the power of words, how they can shape perspective, they can shape everything from opinion to the will of men. You may not ever set foot in the Senate, but nothing matters. Words… Oratory is the most valuable skill that any man, any person can have in Rome. A speech said to the right people, given the right motivation, can shape a nation. Even a nation as rigid as Rome.
    -[X] The Gift of Venus: You are beautiful, a thing sculpted as if from massy stone. Your skin is as pale and alluring as marble, free from all crack or blemish, like the very flesh of Venus herself. Your nose is as aquiline as the eagle's beak, your lips as wide and fair as his wings, and your eyes as proud and mighty as his own. Men and women alike look upon you with lust and envy, and your striking features have won you the hearts of many throughout the Roman countryside, and will surely do the same in Rome itself.
    -[X] The Gift of Fortuna: You are lucky. The Will of the world, fortune itself seems to fall upon you like tumblers in a lock, being opened by a key. Men who have tried to kill you fall in misfortune. Or treachery, turning on themselves before dying to your guards. Snakes that should have bitten you miss, or hit your clothes or sandals, their venomous bites. Games of Chance or merely games to win money. The Bets at the colosseum and the Circus Maximus are merely ways to get money to invest. And even the debts you owe, what little you do owe to your slaves and comrades, are nothing. It is as if a force you cannot control, but you feel as if you are a plaything, a whim to a much higher power.
    [x] Plan A Greater Egeria (War and Apollo)
    -[X] War: Your Father, despite his lack of a male heir, did not decide to put you down into the hallowed halls of womanly virtue as was expected of you. You were not one to stand at the feasts, and be a pretty face for those to ogle and gawk at. Instead, he trained you in the art of war, and War, as it turns out, as it had for him, went well with you. You learned how to shout above men in battle when your voice was nearly gone. You learned to ride a horse and lead men to die for you. It was not something you expected to be any good at, but you became a master at it.
    -[X] Law: Roman law is a complicated, tangled morass of bylaws and codas, less a legal system and more an inscrutable maze, the byproduct of three hundred years of plodding bureaucracy. Ever since you could walk, and talk, you found yourself in front of Roman Law books, looking through the loopholes and intricacies that are commonplace. How to find strengths and weaknesses in any argument involving the laws, including the peculiar situation that you find yourself in. The noblii see knowledge of the law as nothing short of essential, and the right case in the eyes of the Common man can make or break a political career.
    -[X] The Gift of Apollo: Words are like a hurricane, they can destroy you, or save you. That is what your father said to you before he died. To speak and to listen is something that you do obsessively. You are nothing short of a rabble-rouser, a loose cannon a fire that will light the great fire that is within Rome and cause it to burn to the ground, where you will be the master of it's ashes. The Senate views you, not only as a threat but as a truly dangerous voice to tradition and Roman Virtue. The Downtrodden, the Plebeians who have been lost and forgotten, even the slaves, who view you as the greatest master one could have. You are the future, some say. And everyone takes notice of the future.
    -[X] The Gift of Fortuna: You are lucky. The Will of the world, fortune itself seems to fall upon you like tumblers in a lock, being opened by a key. Men who have tried to kill you fall in misfortune. Or treachery, turning on themselves before dying to your guards. Snakes that should have bitten you miss, or hit your clothes or sandals, their venomous bites. Games of Chance or merely games to win money. The Bets at the colosseum and the Circus Maximus are merely ways to get money to invest. And even the debts you owe, what little you do owe to your slaves and comrades, are nothing. It is as if a force you cannot control, but you feel as if you are a plaything, a whim to a much higher power.
    [x] Plan A Greater Egeria (Speech and Mars)
    -[X] Law: Roman law is a complicated, tangled morass of bylaws and codas, less a legal system and more an inscrutable maze, the byproduct of three hundred years of plodding bureaucracy. Ever since you could walk, and talk, you found yourself in front of Roman Law books, looking through the loopholes and intricacies that are commonplace. How to find strengths and weaknesses in any argument involving the laws, including the peculiar situation that you find yourself in. The noblii see knowledge of the law as nothing short of essential, and the right case in the eyes of the Common man can make or break a political career.
    -[X] Speech: Words are Wind. That was what your father said when you were a child after you lied to him about stealing a sweet treat. That was when you learned the power of words, how they can shape perspective, they can shape everything from opinion to the will of men. You may not ever set foot in the Senate, but nothing matters. Words… Oratory is the most valuable skill that any man, any person can have in Rome. A speech said to the right people, given the right motivation, can shape a nation. Even a nation as rigid as Rome.
    -[X] The Gift of Mars: It is said that those who take to the art of war from a young age were blessed in the womb by Mars himself, as a gift for your Father's loyal duty to Him. You are one such, a prodigy of battle, capable of learning and absorbing new strategies and tactics, and quickly adapting them to match the actions of your foes.
    -[X] The Gift of Fortuna: You are lucky. The Will of the world, fortune itself seems to fall upon you like tumblers in a lock, being opened by a key. Men who have tried to kill you fall in misfortune. Or treachery, turning on themselves before dying to your guards. Snakes that should have bitten you miss, or hit your clothes or sandals, their venomous bites. Games of Chance or merely games to win money. The Bets at the colosseum and the Circus Maximus are merely ways to get money to invest. And even the debts you owe, what little you do owe to your slaves and comrades, are nothing. It is as if a force you cannot control, but you feel as if you are a plaything, a whim to a much higher power.
    [X] Minerva's Disciple
    -[X] War: Your Father, despite his lack of a male heir, did not decide to put you down into the hallowed halls of womanly virtue as was expected of you. You were not one to stand at the feasts, and be a pretty face for those to ogle and gawk at. Instead, he trained you in the art of war, and War, as it turns out, as it had for him, went well with you. You learned how to shout above men in battle when your voice was nearly gone. You learned to ride a horse and lead men to die for you. It was not something you expected to be any good at, but you became a master at it.
    -[X] Speech: Words are Wind. That was what your father said when you were a child after you lied to him about stealing a sweet treat. That was when you learned the power of words, how they can shape perspective, they can shape everything from opinion to the will of men. You may not ever set foot in the Senate, but nothing matters. Words… Oratory is the most valuable skill that any man, any person can have in Rome. A speech said to the right people, given the right motivation, can shape a nation. Even a nation as rigid as Rome.
    -[X] The Gift of Mars: It is said that those who take to the art of war from a young age were blessed in the womb by Mars himself, as a gift for your Father's loyal duty to Him. You are one such, a prodigy of battle, capable of learning and absorbing new strategies and tactics, and quickly adapting them to match the actions of your foes.
    -[X] The Gift of Bellona: Battle is what you live for. The battle is what you will die for. You are a master of fortune in fighting. Those who have seen you rip through a battlefield, be it a street or a war, say that it was like looking upon Bellona herself, the ancient goddess of war and destruction, come to earth in mortal flesh. While you draw breath with a blade in your hand, there is no man living that can face you alone.
    [X] Plan: Divinum Pulchritudo Sanguinis et Lapidis.
    -[X] Trade: Your Father's vineyards and wine production were never one to write home about, as many a year the wine barely paid for itself, with all that went into it, and Grain and Barely were seen as far more favorable investment. But on the rare year where he tried his hand at such investments and production, you were the one who led it into the city, and sold it to the wine merchants for profit. The merchant's life is not often sung in the tales, but it is one to which you are most suited, both in terms of practicality and just sheer competence. A coin can buy many things in Rome. It might not be glamorous as War or Law. But Gold Talks in ways that even honor cannot.
    -[X]Architecture: You came to Rome a city as a city of Brick, and you will leave it a city of Marble. You have only one desire for your life. To build something, to see it conducted, and see it last a thousand years. That is what it meanest to give life to Rome.
    -[X] The Gift of Venus: You are beautiful, a thing sculpted as if from massy stone. Your skin is as pale and alluring as marble, free from all crack or blemish, like the very flesh of Venus herself. Your nose is as aquiline as the eagle's beak, your lips as wide and fair as his wings, and your eyes as proud and mighty as his own. Men and women alike look upon you with lust and envy, and your striking features have won you the hearts of many throughout the Roman countryside, and will surely do the same in Rome itself.
    -[X] The Gift of Fortuna: You are lucky. The Will of the world, fortune itself seems to fall upon you like tumblers in a lock, being opened by a key. Men who have tried to kill you fall in misfortune. Or treachery, turning on themselves before dying to your guards. Snakes that should have bitten you miss, or hit your clothes or sandals, their venomous bites. Games of Chance or merely games to win money. The Bets at the colosseum and the Circus Maximus are merely ways to get money to invest. And even the debts you owe, what little you do owe to your slaves and comrades, are nothing. It is as if a force you cannot control, but you feel as if you are a plaything, a whim to a much higher power.
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Alexander Sturnn said:
We could also do that with my Plan. Honestly, neither Plan is invalid for that Playstyle.

Also, I don't like the Zagreus Gift. It sounds way too risky.
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I feel like a certain amount of law is neccessary to circumvent certain laws(Patriarchal ones for instance) that will otherwise limit our ability to enact reform.

I'm not thrilled about it, but I like venus less. There is something deeply frustrating about the idea of changing the incredibly chauvinist repuplic, in part because the MC was a looker.
 
RandyTrevelyan said:
I feel like a certain amount of law is neccessary to circumvent certain laws(Patriarchal ones for instance) that will otherwise limit our ability to enact reform.

I'm not thrilled about it, but I like venus less. There is something deeply frustrating about the idea of changing the incredibly chauvinist repuplic, in part because the MC was a looker.
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All I will say on the matter is this:

Damn, you've got law skills even though your build dosent quite suit it.

Ducking Magoose dice man.
 
Magoose said:
All I will say on the matter is this:

Damn, you've got law skills even though your build dosent quite suit it.

Ducking Magoose dice man.
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Lol. Good old Magoose dice. I know they'll make me cuss later, but at least they payed off now.

Magoose said:
Plan: Roman Swords, Roman Gifts wins!
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Well shit, we're pretty. I hate that. Can I roll for horrific scarring to take the edge off?

I'm gonna roll anyway, just to see how bad it would be if I did have permission.

Ignore first roll. 1d6 miss click.

Damn. Still shit.
Randino Treviani threw 1 6-faced dice. Total: 1
1 1
Randino Treviani threw 1 100-faced dice. Reason: Horrific Scarring Total: 11
11 11
 
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Alexander Sturnn said:
No you can't.

And there is nothing wrong with having a female Protagonist be pretty as long as that isn't their sole defining Trait.
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Except we are pretty in a way which specifically effects roll outcomes.
Magoose said:
In certain skills (holy shit, how did we get nat 20s on 3 different skills)
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The Magoose dice are getting our hopes up, just before the first turn is a complete fail on all rolls.
 
Man, I get not being happy about which vote won, but trying to convince the QM to immediately fuck it over is a special kind of fucked up.
 
Godwinson said:
Man, I get not being happy about which vote won, but trying to convince the QM to immediately fuck it over is a special kind of fucked up.
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Yes and I'd have to be an idiot to expect him to agree, which I didn't, but I can still be dramatic and ask a question I already know the answer to and then drag out the comedy by doing a fail roll. Grow a sense of humor, you'll live longer.
 
You know I can always take away the bonuses and just give you all the unaltered non bonuses stats and let you all run with it.

However since I'm well aware of Randy's Jokes a he has respected me on many a quest I'm not too mad
 
Hello Everyone. Here is the sheet.

Claudia Nerva

Titles: None

Age: 16

Height: 5'6

Hometown: The Nerva Domus/ Estate, Outside of Rome

Birthday: 15 March

Religion: Roman Pantheon. Patron God: Mars, Venus

Nicknames: None

Allies: Sulla, Your Slaves, and Friends. There are many allies that see you as an asset, as well.

Enemies: Gaius Marius, Many others who do not like you, that you know not?

Public Reputation: 0 (A Woman of Virgin stock, of a Great legacy. What will life lead you down, to grace Rome, and her People?)

Stats
Composure: 18 (Life is full of suffering. That does not mean you have to let it define you. Let it make you stronger)
Military: 25 (I know what makes people believe in the strength of Rome. The Legion is Immortal, and if you had the chance… would make it.)
Charisma: 24 (Grasping, captivating, brilliant, clever, the words describe you as if you were a Goddess. They are wrong of course, you are mortal. But they don't know that)
Decorum: 9 (Your Grasp at Decorum is sketchy at best)
Stewardship: 7 (Like your father before you, you can't run a household worth a damn.)
Intelligence: 25 (Minerva made flesh, that's what others call you, to your face, and your back)
Subterfuge: 7 (Skullduggery never interested you, nor did you find it useful)

Command Skills
Command: 14 (The God's command that you lead, and you shall with vigor)
Calvary Command: 17 (When the Cavalry come, it will bring cheers from the Men, and Terror from the Enemies)
Infantry Command: 14 (When the Infantry hold, there will be victory. There will be greatness)
Artillery Command: 6 (What the fuck is a Catapult?)
Grand Strategy: 22 (No one is denied greatness, they merely lack the imagination to achieve it)

Civil Skills:
Engineering: 19 (You look at a city, and see not the people but the buildings, fire hazards… possibilities for only the imagination.)
Education: 22 (Your Father believed illiteracy and Ignorance was a gross sin, worthy of the deepest pits of the Underworld. You believed in it.)
Logistic: 11 (The Men can feed themselves right?)
Manual Labor: 5 (You are a noble lady. Why the hell should you care about doing work yourself.)
Law: 15 (The Law of Rome is a complicated beast, one that is entirely… understandable to you.)
Administration: 6 (You are utterly hopeless at doing anything remotely good at governing a region)
Ortation: 15 (You can captivate a crowd with words, and actions, and you know how to speak in the Official, roman manner)


Combat Skills:
Marksmanship: 10 (You were never that good with a javelin, but you are semi-competent with it)
Swordsmanship: 25 (You are a demon with a blade, a lady of death that can cut down enemies with just a single swipe of the blade. Everyone in Rome, fears your reputation as a Bladeswoman)
Athletics: 23 (Your father could not get a strong son, so instead, he got a strong daughter, one with little equal)
Hand to Hand: 9 (You can't wrestle or fight to save your life.)
Equestrian: 21 (In another life, you would have been born in the saddle. In this life you merely adopted it)

Traits:

War Born: Your Father taught you, despite your gender, to be a warrior and leader without peers. He wanted you to be strong, agile, and able to pass anything that comes to you, and you passed many of the Roman Legion's basic training when you were only a child of 9. As you grew older, with your formal education, you went marching and running with full gear of a legionary, ill-fitting as it was, and enjoyed the life that would never be given you.(You have an in-depth understanding of the Roman Legion, its military culture, and its structure. You have passed Roman Basic Training as a child, and as a teenager, you could be commanding a legion or more.)

Silvertounged: You have been trained since birth that choosing the right words can defuse any situation, can bring people together, or tear them apart. You understand things that many people don't when you use words (You are a master at talking to people, and getting what you want. People in Rome know about that, and are thrilled to challenge you to a battle of wits)

The Gift of Mars (Average Blessing): It is said that those who take to the art of war from a young age were blessed in the womb by Mars himself, as a gift for your Father's loyal duty to Him. You are one such, a prodigy of battle, capable of learning and absorbing new strategies and tactics, and quickly adapting them to match the actions of your foes. (Gain access to special tactics when leading battles. Certain actions will gain +10 to their rolls)

The Gift of Venus (Average Blessing): You are beautiful, a thing sculpted as if from massy stone. Your skin is as pale and alluring as marble, free from all crack or blemish, like the very flesh of Venus herself. Your nose is as aquiline as the eagle's beak, your lips as wide and fair as his wings, and your eyes as proud and mighty as his own. Men and women alike look upon you with lust and envy, and your striking features have won you the hearts of many throughout the Roman countryside, and will surely do the same in Rome itself. (Special actions are available for you to choose from. Certain actions will gain a +10 to rolls.)
 
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Hello Everyone. Here is the sheet.

Claudia Nerva

Titles: None

Age: 16

Height: 5'6

Hometown: The Nerva Domus/ Estate, Outside of Rome

Birthday: 15 March

Religion: Roman Pantheon. Patron God: Mars, Venus

Nicknames: None

Allies: Sulla, Your Slaves, and Friends. There are many allies that see you as an asset, as well.

Enemies: Gaius Marius, Many others who do not like you, that you know not?

Public Reputation: 0 (A Woman of Virgin stock, of a Great legacy. What will life lead you down, to grace Rome, and her People?)

Stats
Composure: 18 (Life is full of suffering. That does not mean you have to let it define you. Let it make you stronger)
Military: 25 (I know what makes people believe in the strength of Rome. The Legion is Immortal, and if you had the chance… would make it.)
Charisma: 24 (Grasping, captivating, brilliant, clever, the words describe you as if you were a Goddess. They are wrong of course, you are mortal. But they don't know that)
Decorum: 9 (Your Grasp at Decorum is sketchy at best)
Stewardship: 7 (Like your father before you, you can't run a household worth a damn.)
Intelligence: 25 (Minerva made flesh, that's what others call you, to your face, and your back)
Subterfuge: 7 (Skullduggery never interested you, nor did you find it useful)

Command Skills
Command: 14 (The God's command that you lead, and you shall with vigor)
Calvary Command: 17 (When the Cavalry come, it will bring cheers from the Men, and Terror from the Enemies)
Infantry Command: 14 (When the Infantry hold, there will be victory. There will be greatness)
Artillery Command: 6 (What the fuck is a Catapult?)
Grand Strategy: 22 (No one is denied greatness, they merely lack the imagination to achieve it)

Civil Skills:
Engineering: 19 (You look at a city, and see not the people but the buildings, fire hazards… possibilities for only the imagination.)
Education: 22 (Your Father believed illiteracy and Ignorance was a gross sin, worthy of the deepest pits of the Underworld. You believed in it.)
Logistic: 11 (The Men can feed themselves right?)
Manual Labor: 5 (You are a noble lady. Why the hell should you care about doing work yourself.)
Law: 15 (The Law of Rome is a complicated beast, one that is entirely… understandable to you.)
Administration: 6 (You are utterly hopeless at doing anything remotely good at governing a region)
Ortation: 15 (You can captivate a crowd with words, and actions, and you know how to speak in the Official, roman manner)


Combat Skills:
Marksmanship: 10 (You were never that good with a javelin, but you are semi-competent with it)
Swordsmanship: 25 (You are a demon with a blade, a lady of death that can cut down enemies with just a single swipe of the blade. Everyone in Rome, fears your reputation as a Bladeswoman)
Athletics: 23 (Your father could not get a strong son, so instead, he got a strong daughter, one with little equal)
Hand to Hand: 9 (You can't wrestle or fight to save your life.)
Equestrian: 21 (In another life, you would have been born in the saddle. In this life you merely adopted it)

Traits:

War Born: Your Father taught you, despite your gender, to be a warrior and leader without peers. He wanted you to be strong, agile, and able to pass anything that comes to you, and you passed many of the Roman Legion's basic training when you were only a child of 9. As you grew older, with your formal education, you went marching and running with full gear of a legionary, ill-fitting as it was, and enjoyed the life that would never be given you.(You have an in-depth understanding of the Roman Legion, its military culture, and its structure. You have passed Roman Basic Training as a child, and as a teenager, you could be commanding a legion or more.)

Silvertounged: You have been trained since birth that choosing the right words can defuse any situation, can bring people together, or tear them apart. You understand things that many people don't when you use words (You are a master at talking to people, and getting what you want. People in Rome know about that, and are thrilled to challenge you to a battle of wits)

The Gift of Mars (Average Blessing): It is said that those who take to the art of war from a young age were blessed in the womb by Mars himself, as a gift for your Father's loyal duty to Him. You are one such, a prodigy of battle, capable of learning and absorbing new strategies and tactics, and quickly adapting them to match the actions of your foes. (Gain access to special tactics when leading battles. Certain actions will gain +10 to their rolls)

The Gift of Venus (Average Blessing): You are beautiful, a thing sculpted as if from massy stone. Your skin is as pale and alluring as marble, free from all crack or blemish, like the very flesh of Venus herself. Your nose is as aquiline as the eagle's beak, your lips as wide and fair as his wings, and your eyes as proud and mighty as his own. Men and women alike look upon you with lust and envy, and your striking features have won you the hearts of many throughout the Roman countryside, and will surely do the same in Rome itself. (Special actions are available for you to choose from. Certain actions will gain a +10 to rolls.)
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...Well, I have only one thing to say:

If we fail and die in this quest, we have no bloody excuse, it's all our fault.
 
That's a lot of twenties and near twenties.

But boy, there are some glaring weaknesses, with Subterfuge the most critical of them all, IMO.
 
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